Haunted Novels & Stories

Much harder than I hope too. “I can smell your fear,” he says. “It’s understandable, but don’t let it control you. This is just like every other full moon, only more painful.” “I know,” I nod. He and Bo have told me that a million times. But still, I can’t help the terror that is flooding through me. More pain, more strength but less control and stronger urges to kill everything and everyone in my path besides other wolves. Oh yeah, this is gonna be a breeze.

The clock struck 1 am, adding to her despair. Feeling lost and overwhelmed, she crouched down beside a sleek black car and unraveled into sobs. It had been an unsettling night, filled with one of her usual nightmares that had left her sleep-deprived and disoriented. Whenever she woke up from the terrifying dreams, snippets of different scenarios flickered before her eyes. Some involved a haunting accident, while others featured a pulsating club party. The visions overlapped in her mind, creating an indistinguishable mess that she couldn't shake off.

She sooner realizes the phantom that has haunted her steps was born of her imagination, nurtured by fear. The thing that haunted her in the dark was not the monstrosity she had imagined. It was a truth so strange, so alien to her expectations, that it felt like a different kind of nightmare. When the veil of fear is finally lifted, she sees clearly—what had been hunting her was not a demon or a shadow-born fiend, but a reflection of her own misguided terror.

Hollis**** The mansion’s corridors were a labyrinth of decay, reeking of mildew and forgotten secrets. Each step echoed like a distant scream, and the oppressive silence wrapped around us like a predator waiting to strike. The air was thick, each breath heavy with the stench of rot, and every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I kept my grip firm on Hailey’s hand, her warmth grounding me even as icy dread crept further into my soul.

He hesitated. “But what?” “It’s through the haunted zone. My father refuses to let me go and the guards know it’s where I’m headed, so they keep cutting me off.” He bared his tiny white needle-teeth in frustration. “You aren’t afraid of the ghosts?” I asked. He patted his tiny hand against his chest. “Nyx Hura’nyx fears nobody and nothing, living or dead.” The ground began to shake. If this was the big one, flaming lava could come bursting through the walls at any moment.

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

Xavier (haunted): “…That’s my father.”

Like my skin was still mine, but what lay beneath wasn’t. Not completely. “We need to talk,” Haunter said behind me, his voice like gravel. “Before it happens again.” I didn’t turn. “You mean before I freeze another landmark? Or call another ancient being from beneath the earth?” His silence was louder than any answer. I stood and faced him. “You’ve been keeping something from me,” I said. His jaw ticked. “You weren’t ready.” “I’m bleeding through dimensions, Haunter. I think I’m past ready.”

Shawn continued the tour, leading us a few steps forward, while Flynn walked beside me. The deeper we walked into town, the more painful the experience was. My chest tightened at what I was seeing, yet Shawn led us as if this was perfectly normal. No children playing anywhere, no music, and no crowd. It was complete silence. The terrible kind that made your hair stand even when there was no reason to fear. “This place feels haunted,” Flynn shoved his hand into his pockets as we walked. “It kind of is,” Shawn glanced back. “What does that even mean?” I frowned.

His hand in my hair suddenly wrapped around the roots and tugged, making me let out a wercked, breathless cry as my head was wrenched backwards against the door behind me. “You little liar.” He husked right into my ear and a whimper left my throat. I was trembling, feeling overheated and light headed from all that was happening to me right now. The battle between myself to hold myself back or grind down on his palm felt like a losing battle within me and I quickly tightened my hold on the little resolve I had left, just as Dax continued to speak.